It was about 2am in the morning, I was finishing my second blog application when i heard something squealing through my opened door. Guess what? It was a huge rat squealing while running and heading under my bed. In amazement(disgust) i was speechless for a few seconds. Then about 3 seconds after that moment, I came back to my senses. My basic instinct, tells me that I have to kill this disgusting humongous rat. I was in my room at that time and there was nothing that was long(so not be an object to its rabid front teeth) and hard(to break its hairy, long and muscular tail) enough to kill this rat.
Well luckily I found one long and hard object, my 8Year-old guitar. I started the hunt by moving my bed to another place within my room. So instantly I saw this rat jump over and finding another place to hide. I ran to the door and closed it. The rat hid under the bamboo shelf within my room. I shook the shelf and the rat jumped over again to the laundry basket in my room. Ha, and that was his last moments.. But it was too for my 8 year old guitar.
There were two major lessons I learned that night. First was -"always keep my door closed at all times.', second was -"whenever you have to kill a huge rat again, never use your guitar to kill that"..
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there are things we can avoid, there are things we can deny to ourselves.. but no one can deny that he/she lives.. somewhere between birth and death is life.. and that is one common thing we all are.. we all have lives.. it is somewhere between birth and death.. whether if you were with a golden spoon or you were born in a manger.. those things dont matter, what matters is the time you were given to spend.. the time we spend after we are born and time before we die..
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